“Dad.” Terrence could hear his daughter, Tamara, calling behind him. As if he didn’t hear her, he walked with a sense of urgency to the backdoor of their house. The breeze of the starry night somehow relieved his burning face. “Dad,” he could hear her call once again. He pulled out his cigarette and lighter from the pocket of his jeans and said, “Go back inside, Tamara. I’m not in the mood.” However, she wouldn’t listen....